I wonder sometimes if I'm uh Bed of thorns A predator parading Rotting wood suckling from my mothers wirey form So incapacitated Elevated, still negated Excalative, innovative Meanwhile my father shoots the gun And I grow up in powder smoke And no one knows me No one knows No, no one knows me No one knows Umbilical in suede and Killed of milk and Still un-paid and Wounds of fraud and filth that fade Between my lips that spill and crave'n Heard a sound Just one sound Oh, so loud God, it's loud Losing time Broken mime Nothing's mine Nothing's mine I wonder sometimes if I'm uh Book of worms A slimy disillusion Sleeping in the deepest of cores An apple of stars Starry eyed surprised Blinding light and bending lies Finding time to realize and Meanwhile you're shooting at my bod You watch me stumble in the plague It's oh so vague It's all so vague It's oh so vague It's all so vague Umbilical in suede and Killed of milk and Still un-paid and Wounds of fraud and filth that fade Between my lips that spill and crave'n Heard a sound Just one sound Oh, so loud God, it's loud Losing time Broken mime Nothing's mine Nothing's mine